Do you remember the swans?
How they flew over us when we slept on the grass?
Do you remember the softness of the green,
the fierce rumble of the wings? Do you recall
the blue of the sky sheltering us?
Can you still remember?
Or am I alone? Without you,
without the swans of freedom?
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The weekly theme for Thursday Challenge is three
13 comments:
So you're still longing for summer! But isn't it good to be able to remember?
I'm beginning to forget, HPY, don't know what I'm longing for.
Haa melkein sama kuin Mojolla Bombay jotakin blogissa. Mutta siis kaunis kuva ! (käys vilikaseen mun kuva)
Look into my eyes ... your lids are growing heavy ... heavier now and beginning to close ... into a deep sleep ... when I count to 3 ... you will start thinking of summer ... 1 - the wind is soft and warm ... 2 - you feel the heat of the sun on your face ... 3 - splat!!! ... oops, each of the three geese left a gift as they flew over!!! :O
Pitääkin tulla katsomaan, Nukke. Mitä, onko joku Mojo Bombaysta käynyt Turussa?
Oh shit, Mick!
Do the swans leave you during winter? I thought they resisted even a Finnish winter?
If they try to resist, they'll be frozen into statues, Peter...
If you join me, and we walk together along the bay, by the sea, there are two swans, already waiting for the summer to come. Pure white, whiter than snow, white agiants the black water, against the black sky...
Whiter than snow, I like the idea, Kutuharju.
It's supercold and snowy here which means it's not so dark! Whew! That last month was really getting to me!
So, you survived November then, scaughtfive. Good. Here it's pitch dark.
I like their composition. Even though they're technically motionless, they give such a strong sense of flight.
That's true, Kenneth, one can almost hear their wings...
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